Long Poems About Bittersweet
#bittersweet
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
BLACK THALASSIC
Lost in its black widow's dark eyes
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
#bittersweet
#despair
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#loneliness
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 7:12pm
29th Aug 2024 7:12pm
Estranged
so.... Catch me up on your conspiracy
Tell me why lately I'm left out
I hope you didn't "let her think"
That she is what we're so mad about
I heard how you cut her hair tonight
Now suddenly it's an awkward time
As I recall last night wasn't good either
and this isn't by your design
so.... Catch me up on your conspiracy
and tell me why lately she's been coached
She seems distracted when we do talk
inconsolable when I approach
Why use our daughter to reign me in
then you'll bitch when it doesn't work as planned ...
Tell me why lately I'm left out
I hope you didn't "let her think"
That she is what we're so mad about
I heard how you cut her hair tonight
Now suddenly it's an awkward time
As I recall last night wasn't good either
and this isn't by your design
so.... Catch me up on your conspiracy
and tell me why lately she's been coached
She seems distracted when we do talk
inconsolable when I approach
Why use our daughter to reign me in
then you'll bitch when it doesn't work as planned ...
#betrayal
#bittersweet
#heartbroken #lies
#heartbroken #lies
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Laieondragon13
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
2nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
Emily sad score
By the strange things cemetery by a grave you will see a cat named Emily strange I know but this how her story goes. Every since she was a kitten she would go by the sea and stare waiting for her friend a siren with long black hair to hear her song smile with glee her name was luna lee. Only normal men would die while hearing her song what could go wrong? As Emily went by the sea she would see luna go by the tree telling her Emily to do the same wandering what is the mystery as Emily came near as she saw luna in tears. She met and fell in love with a odd man named ka lel wandering why didn't...
#bittersweet
#dark
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
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Nixprty
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 9:45am
1st Aug 2024 9:45am
The (Actual) Wisest Things I’ve Ever Said
I think suicide pacts are dumb.
Why?
Well, there’s no one worth living for more than someone who is willing to die with you.’
‘How do you know if you love someone?
When you start trying to define love, it’s already swallowed you whole.’
‘I feel so stupid for loving someone who can’t love me back the same.
Won’t.
What?
They won’t love you the same.’
‘Why do you even talk at all if you’re gonna be so quiet?
Id rather my words be heavy, not loud.’ ...
Why?
Well, there’s no one worth living for more than someone who is willing to die with you.’
‘How do you know if you love someone?
When you start trying to define love, it’s already swallowed you whole.’
‘I feel so stupid for loving someone who can’t love me back the same.
Won’t.
What?
They won’t love you the same.’
‘Why do you even talk at all if you’re gonna be so quiet?
Id rather my words be heavy, not loud.’ ...
#bittersweet
#confessional
#philosophical
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Nixprty
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 2:31am
18th Jul 2024 2:31am
(Ghost) Stories
They say there’s a monster in these woods,
They say it looks through windows and leaves footprints on porch steps.
They say it was once a man who went into the woods searching for his wife.
They say it was once a woman who died in the streets with red on her breast and her lips.
It was once
A king,
An athlete,
A poet,
A teacher,
A mother,
A father,
A peasant,
A slave,
A man,
A woman.
It was a child in its mothers arms,
It was the mother looking down at her child.
It was bleeding,
It...
They say it looks through windows and leaves footprints on porch steps.
They say it was once a man who went into the woods searching for his wife.
They say it was once a woman who died in the streets with red on her breast and her lips.
It was once
A king,
An athlete,
A poet,
A teacher,
A mother,
A father,
A peasant,
A slave,
A man,
A woman.
It was a child in its mothers arms,
It was the mother looking down at her child.
It was bleeding,
It...
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Nixprty
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 1:13am
2nd Jul 2024 1:13am
Lament of a Creator (Not an Artist)
I often get asked how I got so good at art, it’s an assumption really. The question requires one to assume that I worked to become this way, and implies the existence of a mentor. The brush in my hands is self guided, held only in my fingers. I assume I doodled so long in the margins they spread into a mural.
I cannot imagine a painting before I create it, I cannot see the colors in my head. I cannot grasp perspective, I cannot draw exact. I lack the basics needed to be an artist, and yet I create in spite. Perhaps it’s the red stubborn streak in me that makes me create my works...
I cannot imagine a painting before I create it, I cannot see the colors in my head. I cannot grasp perspective, I cannot draw exact. I lack the basics needed to be an artist, and yet I create in spite. Perhaps it’s the red stubborn streak in me that makes me create my works...
#art
#bittersweet
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Maple666
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 9:00pm
7th Jun 2024 9:00pm
Charity Shops .
Relationships end up in charity shops like that
leather bomber jacket . You remember the day you bought it oversized for the freedom of movement and an extra layer for the winter .Practicality meeting stream lined high end fashion with every stitch one of love and art and looking god dam smart . It’s yelling to been seen it’s black and it fits just right as it slides over your back to meet your old vintage Levi jeans it’s nice to meet you .
You didn’t actually say that the day she said yes to coffee and a cake . You can’t believe your luck she isn’t like any other you have...
leather bomber jacket . You remember the day you bought it oversized for the freedom of movement and an extra layer for the winter .Practicality meeting stream lined high end fashion with every stitch one of love and art and looking god dam smart . It’s yelling to been seen it’s black and it fits just right as it slides over your back to meet your old vintage Levi jeans it’s nice to meet you .
You didn’t actually say that the day she said yes to coffee and a cake . You can’t believe your luck she isn’t like any other you have...
#bittersweet
#breakup
#LifeCycle
#regret
#sadness
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
8th May 2024 2:35am
8th May 2024 2:35am
the coffee kid
she was a kid going
to a small local Catholic
university
worked evenings after
classes slinging coffee
at the local caffeine
outpost
at first it was, "thank you,"
and, "your welcomed."
then over the months
it became little talks,
conversations
once I told her I was
in a noose around my
neck tight spot
she said she would
pray for me
I guess she did cause
she was a good Catholic,
something worked ...
to a small local Catholic
university
worked evenings after
classes slinging coffee
at the local caffeine
outpost
at first it was, "thank you,"
and, "your welcomed."
then over the months
it became little talks,
conversations
once I told her I was
in a noose around my
neck tight spot
she said she would
pray for me
I guess she did cause
she was a good Catholic,
something worked ...
#bittersweet
#hope
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thepositivelydark
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 6:18pm
30th Mar 2024 6:18pm
a case of you
The train has left –
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
The last clinks of our bottles of champagne,
Bottles of wine, still echoes in my head.
Like it was just last night,
Like the rest of the world wasn’t louder than
Whatever's in the godforsaken bubble.
It popped, like every bubble does.
Some might say it could just be my brain
Finally catching up
To whatever sickly, sickening throw-up of youth I had put on the pages,
Too young –
Too hungover
From the affections and attentions
And confections of a true blue connoisseur. ...
#love
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#bittersweet
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Maple666
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 5:38pm
5th Mar 2024 5:38pm
If
If was door I would not think of not opening.
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#loneliness
#bittersweet
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Maple666
Poem Published
11th Jan 2024 4:41pm
11th Jan 2024 4:41pm
Empty.
Empty chair surrounded by such panoramic
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
#strength
#death
#TimeHeals
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 12:53pm
3rd Jan 2024 12:53pm
Slump'' Marasme ''
I always find my alter ego whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skip gaily rightout from home, into the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the true feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silence and indolence, where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty cafe shops, and shady nooks, and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age, reap what the dead ones have sown...
#anger
#rejection
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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